If they were, they wouldn’t be half as tiring. You would say bye and that would be the end of it, fuck how long you’d been together up til then, fuck all that connection and emotions and petty bullshit. You’d say bye and leave, and that would be the end.

Sure, it’d be more painful tragic, but hey. Shit would be more efficient, y’know?

Anyway, hello, whoever’s reading. It’s raining like hell again outside, just battering down like an absolute bitch – but it’s kind of calming actually. Just sitting here, on the verge of shivering, listening to what sounds like – if I close my eyes and empty enough thoughts – a waterfall.